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As the big wheel turned and the millennium arrived in 2000, I found myself living in Frederiksberg, Copenhagen, Denmark, washed ashore battered and jaded from the struggles of unionism against the tide of Thatcherism’s market free for all, the cold and ‘hollow competition’… ‘Had a bit of a nervous break-dance and…Well anyway I was a refugee among the Danes; I’ll spare you the gruesome boredom of the details…

The third Saturday I was there, in the corner of the square that shared the large communal back gardens of Svanholmes vej all the immediate neighbours came out and got together and caught up, painted fences, weeded gardens and took care of each other and the area, those who were busy, shy or disinclined put more toward the beer and pizza, I learned it wasn’t a law but a tradition and for me an Englishman it was a revelation..and frankly an alien experience..and absolutely fucking wonderful..How did they do it every month? why? It relieved local services and caused a reduction in the rates! I pondered long on it as I sipped from the bottle and munched on fine local pizza..

They had a sense of community and togetherness a feeling of extended family connection we simply lost before I was born and only vaguely experienced in village life in the sixties..They knew each other better and liked each other more! I felt like I’d arrived on another planet and penny lane was being piped from the sky…my grin hurt.

Where was the envy and rivalry? The hollow competition?

It’s laughably simple of course when you examine it, they don’t have ‘Toffs’ they don’t have hoards of millionaires, the entitled…and the vast majority live so well, so gracefully and stylishly as a result..Generally speaking and of course there are a few exceptions but they are few and anomalous…Their culture is not soviet Russia they are not ‘trots’ they are a dynamic upbeat innovative society with fantastic health and public services and they party and love like Celts..

They have not been infected by the greed of the upper crust into the dog eat dog shit show Albion has become…they simply haven’t…and the Mail and Sun and the like, those brown tongues of the ruler set, don’t want you to hear about it they want you to regard the world in the knee jerk reactionary black n white that serves them..The Scandinavians see us as sick with ego and lust and our society as a broken free for all a mad eyed unjust circus…and that’s what the Tory wants…Carrot town with also rans of misery in every other door way…

I’ve seen it with my own eyes and it works better than the miserable bollocks Mrs May is offering in her tasteless leather trousers on behalf of her millionaire crony’s…and if she expects me to sit back and except this filthy rigged game run like a post code lottery, for my children and grand children, for these islands and tribes I love then she can dream on..I’ll fight it to my last dying breath with every possible method at my disposal and if you are not happy with the society the culture she’s offering to your family to your people, that odious cosmetic liar thief, then you should fight it too and vote her and her henchmen to oblivion come June.